and at the same
hour the boob tubes start
equilibriate with ventricular
fibrillation mimicry morass
times truth per second
breaks through the fields of the night
sown with cast lead that
run wild
a little
air
stretching
our legs
we are on the stumbling slabs in the middle
of farewells and rapeseed and the poplars
have the best sound
and all kinds of furs herons too
in the sticks of course
paws shying away
sleep tight

Translated by Bradley Schmidt